A Poem Written By Nathan Raymond

Black history is cynically ridiculously perpetuating differences that skeptically deliver me from a unity conscious, unity state of mind, reminded of periods of history in a different time. American history is black and doesn’t need an attack from gats in the back of an Acc from words of a ripping rap. From Morgan freeman to Tyrone Beamon I’m leaving the crowd screaming to heights achieve martin Luther King dreaming, to jobs drug screening so the gifted with dignity are leaving. The more on this mic than rhymes with spite that make it alright to reduce plights. Individual achievement gets target for jealousy from those in the collective happy on henessy. It’s nice to have a group but you need to go alone because there isn’t room for a crew when you sitting on your throne.